On a street in the inner city.
Watching Jiang Ning emerge from the carriage, Xu Yunfeng smiled. "Good. It seems you don't want to put your friend in a difficult position either!"
Cheng Ran hurriedly caught Jiang Ning by the shoulder.
"Junior Brother Jiang, don't!"
Meeting Jiang Ning's gaze, he shook his head repeatedly.
Jiang Ning smiled. "How could I drag you into my troubles, Senior Brother Cheng?"
As he spoke, Jiang Ning pried Cheng Ran's fingers loose, then leaped down from the carriage.
At that moment, there were few pedestrians on the brightly lit streets of the inner city.
Jiang Ning landed with the Blackwood Long Saber hanging diagonally at his waist, his right hand clamped around its blackwood hilt, veins bulging.
Such an obvious gesture naturally drew Xu Yunfeng's attention.
His gaze shifted from Jiang Ning to the long saber at his waist.
"You have some nerve. You've studied martial arts for less than half a month, yet you dare draw your saber against me! Even your eldest brother, Jiang Li, wouldn't dare do that now!"
Jiang Ning saw that his grip on the saber had caught Xu Yunfeng's attention.
He prepared to speak to distract him, giving his left hand a chance to secure a firm grip on the bag of quicklime powder.
Whether the sneak attack worked or not, he had to try it and widen his advantage as much as possible.
Just then.
A deep, resonant voice rang out from a distant street corner.
"You have some nerve yourself, daring to lay hands on my disciple!"
Jiang Ning's gaze froze at the sound.
Cheng Ran lit up with delight. "It's Master Wang!"
Xu Yunfeng shuddered, and horror flashed through his eyes.
"Why is he here?!"
At that moment, all of them looked toward the voice.